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Bon45

Storm for a Blind

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Howling gale,

Pounding rain,

Flapping sails,

Clogging lanes,

Uprooting trees,

Shattering bricks,

Choppy seas,

The storm picks.

I stand in the storm,

Drifted far, far away,

Can’t remember where I’m from,

Can’t remember if it’s night or day,

With my blind eyes,

Under this stormy sky in this stormy isle.

Thunder and lightning lies

To me about hope in this eternal trial.

5 comments

Bon45 on 7 May, 2019

Thank you so much, Charlotte, Melissa and the Wizard! The Wizard, I am not blind! I think I'm going to have specs, though.

The Wizard on 6 May, 2019

Are you really blind? I mean, the poem seems so real... esp. how you use no visual effect and just use sounds to describe the storm. Keep it up; you have done something great.

Melissa on 6 May, 2019

Hi Bon! Your poem is meaningful and truly awesome! It's true that the storm is very dangerous for a blind.

Charlotte on 6 May, 2019

Wow! I'm literally at a loss for words...

Bon45 on 5 May, 2019

Hi! Isle is a rhyming word of trail... Just letting you know because I just knew it today.